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The curtains of our soul is full of lard, smoke and vapor of alcohols especially with the claims and expectations impeccable …and stereotypical gestures We grinds us a walking in a circle, in the centrifuge of a time …dazed We learn every day, conscientious, how to make us hurt one another and we make experiment with the imaginary pains in addition to that already govern us A general crying, a cry of wailing is the world – Last smile was abolished, through laws, invoking national security

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Thanks for liking the post Porcinus Porkulos. I like to learn Italian and your blog may be of help. How is “sorriso” pronounced? Is it like “sorri-tso”? or “sorri-so” like it is spelled. Gracias Valeriu.

“From tender years you took Me for granted, but still I deign to wander through your lungs. While you were sleeping soundly in your bed, (Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung) I drew the poison from the summer’s sting, and eased the fire out of your fevered skin. I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing; and if you’d let Me I would move again. I’ve danced ‘tween sunlit strands of lover’s hair; Helped form the final words before your death. I’ve pitied you and plied your sails with air; Gave blessing when you rose upon My breath. And after all of this I am amazed, that I am cursed far more than I am praised.”
— Dustin Kensrue (Thrice), “Silver Wings”